At the time, Titus Zane had no idea what was happening, and wanted to follow, yet he worried that Nathan Moore would take his anger out on himself.
So, he could only brace himself against the viewing platform, watching from a distance.
Lying in his own room on the fourth floor, his mind was haunted by the image of Nathan Moore rushing into the night, holding his sister as they entered the ambulance.
She was not a malicious woman, and she always felt deep guilt about her sister’s situation, while also being deeply concerned.
He had no idea how his sister, who had been taken away by the ambulance again, was doing now.
Vaguely, there came the sound of an engine starting, approaching closer and closer, and Titus Zane shot out of bed, running barefoot to the front of the viewing platform.
Driven by a sixth sense, he felt it must be Nathan Moore returning.
Under the hazy nightlight, he couldn’t make out the color of the sedan. Looking down from the fourth floor, all he could see was the man’s handsome face appearing even more sinister and solemn under the light of the night, and despite being far up in the building, Titus Zane couldn’t help but shiver.
Seeing Nathan Moore walk through the villa’s main gate, Titus Zane dashed out of his room and hurried downstairs.
The sister didn’t come back with him, could it be... another relapse?
Before he even reached the ground floor lobby, he ran into a man with dishevelled clothing at the turn of the second-floor corner.
Titus Zane stopped, holding onto the staircase railing, standing barefoot at the spot, waiting for an answer.
Nathan Moore was dressed in a white shirt, with only three buttons done up incorrectly, black trousers sticking at the hips with the zipper only halfway up, slip-on slippers on his feet, his shirt chest wide open, and Titus Zane could clearly see a purple mark on his neck, it seemed like...
Leaning on the staircase railing, Titus Zane’s lips moved as he tentatively began to speak, "Is Huiyun...?"
Before he could finish, the man, with an air of fierceness, moved forward, swiftly closing in on Titus Zane, grabbing his wrist and heading to his bedroom.
"Let go of me, Nathan Moore, have you gone mad, what happened to Huiyun..."
Titus Zane struggled with all his might, his slender hands slapping against Nathan Moore’s back, his arms, but the latter seemed insensible, gripping him as they entered the bedroom, then with a twist, he kicked the door shut.
In a dizzy whirl, Titus Zane was pinned against the door panel by Nathan Moore’s elbow, his firm forearm pressing tightly against his neck, making it difficult to breathe.
Nathan Moore’s handsome face twisted into something monstrous, his obsidian eyes shooting flames of bloodthirst, his thin lips parting, filled with the hatred of grinding teeth.
"Titus Zane, if you’ve done it, you should have the courage to bear it!"
"Ah..." With a cry of alarm, Titus Zane was thrown onto the bed by Nathan Moore...
Titus Zane picked up the wine glass, brought it to his lips, and took a small sip, his right hand still holding a paintbrush, his gaze lingering on the canvas with an emotion that was hard to define.
Ever since his sister’s accident, his sleep quality had been getting worse and worse, suffering from insomnia every night, only able to sleep with the help of alcohol.
On the white canvas, a mere outline had begun to appear, the colors dark and gloomy, stroke after stroke, curved, straight, recklessly sprawling, like a woman’s hair.
Nathan Moore didn’t knock, he just pushed the door open and walked in, having just bathed, wrapped in a bathrobe, with dampened, choppy hair hanging over his forehead.
The bathrobe’s belt was loosely tied, revealing a broad expanse of his solid musculature, and...
Titus Zane turned around, his expression immediately tensing upon seeing the man in his room.
Defensively watching as the man stepped closer, he licked his lips nervously.
"Nathan Moore, what do you want to do?"